001, I hit those numbers, almost at vampire speed on my dog tag alarm. No surprise to me, a square part of the wall dismantled itself and flipped around, revealing an LCD TV. The others stared at it like it was the strangest thing they'd ever seen. A picture of a ringing phone appeared. There was something wrong, the screen never rings. Agent Founder always picks up immediately.

"Agent Ironia, great Gatsby! Why on Earth are you calling in the middle of the school day. I just finished a very important mission! You're very lucky I wasn't killed! That you weren't hunted down!" Everything around him was blurry. He was there, he was at my home, or at least near it. He was wearing a business suit like usual. His brown hair groomed perfectly. He was around his late thirties, early forties.

"I apologize, Agent Founder, but there has been an extreme case of perfidy right under our noses." I was too irate to realize what his location implied.

"Who's all there with you?" He peered at us. The great amount of sunlight wherever he was, was casting a glare on the screen.

"Carlisle Cullen, Edward Cullen, Alice Cullen, and Bella Swan, Sir."

"Perfectly fine, proceed."

"Tyler Crowly infected my sister with a psivirus out of pure jealousy. The society didn't help him to his full potential for evil. I figure you better bring him in. I have an energy sample here." I held up the crystal. A small drawer slid out of the wall. Carlisle looked unnerved. I didn't think he knew that those were in his office, they're everywhere. I stepped forward, dropped the stone in, and stepped back so he could see me better. The drawer snapped back in the wall.

"Agent Red? That kills me to hear, Agent Ironia, it really does. His family has been serving our cause for twenty five years, when it first started. My best friend is his father! This is going to be a difficult one to explain. Those actions are shameful! Being jealous of a vampire, ha! We created this society to keep them from hurting us, not to be spoiled brats!" He scowled. "Well this really puts a damper on my day, and things were going so well! I will analyze the sample to make sure it is Tyler's energy that has been running amuck, and arrest him if I find it positive. Good afternoon, Agent Ironia, friends."

The screen began to flicker.

"Wait, Benjamin!" Carlisle called out, throwing his hand in front of the screen. The image stabilized once again.

"What is it Carlisle?"

"You weren't trying to take on the Volturi by yourself, were you?" I was shocked.

"Sir, you could be killed!" I exclaimed. The room was silent, everyone stared at me. "Hey, just because I'm related to them doesn't mean they don't scare me as much as they scare you." I cared about the Founder more than I did my family anyway.

"Of course not, Doctor. You know I'm intelligent enough to know that the only way to execute that task would be to have hundreds of experienced adult agents backing me and in a peaceful manner." Really? The thought of him even trying that made me a bit ill. At this my face fell. I'm sure the place I came from couldn't have been all bad.

"You have this team with you?" Carlisle inquired as if he was suspicious of something.

"It's been a long time since you were in Volterra, my friend. There are more vampire clans in the area. Now, I'm sorry I have to cut our conversation short, but I have business to attend to."

"I find it hard to believe that any other clan would be allowed to exist in Volterra other than the Volturi, Benjamin."

"Good-bye, Carlisle." The screen went black and went back into the wall.

"Gretchen, are you sad?" Bella asked.

"That's one of the first signs of being part of the Volturi. Mood swings!" Alice sang, trying to lighten the mood. I giggled.

"Happiness, that's three including sad and scared." I gave her a playful glare.

"Annoyed, that's four." I was full on frowning now. The door to the office opened. Jasper walked in covering his mouth with his hand. He was laughing.

"Angry, that's five." He said. "What'd I miss?"

"Jasper, how did you get over here?" Carlisle asked, taking off his gloves.

"By car, like everyone else." He grinned. "It seems we have a repeat of last February."

"Maybe, this time we won't have to talk to Renee for an hour." Bella sighed.

"Bella's fine, thanks to Gretchen, but we found out that the HPA is going to fight the Volturi soon." The verdict spread over the room with a silence that pierced all of our hearts.